(I wrote this in a different way than I previously wrote wrap ups. Hopefully it turned out okay.)
The ghostly projection of Natalia Osipova left the human world under orders to go find a pregnancy test. It's not like she had much choice over the matter; Brooklyn was one stubborn bi--eautiful young lady.
"Oh joy," she sarcastically cheered as the large gates of the afterlife opened in front of her. Now where can I find a goddamn pregnancy test here?
Natalia wandered the glowing space that vaguely resembled a city block. She passed by countless family owned businesses also known as other souls that just wouldn't let go of the fact that they weren't alive anymore. Even then there was no sign of a heavenly version of a Rite Aid.
Natalia walked by a club with a neon flashing sign saying Little Angels scoffing, "Whoever's in there isn't an angel despite the 'heavenly good time' they promise you, I'll tell you that." This was a waste of time. I'm going back.
A faint voice rang in the distance, intriguing her, "You gonna see the Council decide who's being x-ed today at noon?"
Natalia hid behind a corner and spied on two angels casually conversing. By the way they dressed, they looked as if they were high up in status.
"The Council? Killing?" Natalia asked herself.
"Nah, I don't have time to head down to the Capital building before my guard shift, but I heard it's a special one today. Two humans are being chosen," the other angel spoke to his friend.
"Ah, maybe next time then. See you around," the first angel replied before walking away.
"They're killing people? I have to check this out. Sorry Brooklyn, my imaginary pregnancy has to wait," Natalia muttered to herself before sprinting off in the direction of the epicenter of the town. Two minutes until noon. I'll make it.
"Quiet,quiet! Settle down. Esteemed members of the Council please take your seats. We have much to do today," the Council president yelled as he banged his gavel on a podium, "Okay first up on the agenda: it's Bill's 3000th birthday today."
Cheers erupted throughout the meeting hall. The small figure of Council member Bill stood up with a quick wave.
"Congratulations, you don't look a day over 500. Now, second on the agenda, the island decision. Human Representatives, please state your observations."
"Thank you. As representative of Miss Ember Simmons, I have concluded that she is weakening in character strength, but she still remains strong enough to last one more day," the first speaker announced.
"Representative B?"
"After observing Mister Ryan Hounsome, I decided that he is still a strong contender, although his daily life is becoming boring in my book."
"Thank you. Representative C?"
"Miss Adrianna Sanders has not been up to our standards and has done nothing interesting nor worthy enough to be deemed a strong participant. I believe she should be eliminated."
"Duly noted. All in favor of removing Miss Sanders?"
The majority of the council immediately raised their hands in agreement. The Council President nodded and circled her name in red ink, "Let's continue. Representative D, your thoughts?"
"My observations of Mister Wrennyn Foster led me to conclude that he remains worthy of survival for the time being. I agree with Representative B; however, he is losing momentum."
"Representative E?"
"Miss Brooklyn White has turned around quite surprisingly. It is in my knowledge that we would've eliminated her fairly early in the game if she did not improve her lifestyle," a chorus of nods appeared behind the podium, "I believe she is among the ranks of Misters Hounsome and Foster."
"Finally, Representative F?"
"It is with great disappointment that I tell you about the degeneration of Mister Grant Smith's survival. Over the past few days, I have noticed his lack of active participation on the island. I believe it would be best for him to perish along with Miss Sanders."
"Any objections? No? Alright. The pair of Sanders and Smith shall be eliminated today. Ideas on the matter of their deaths?"
A few hands raised from various parts of the room. The president eyed each volunteer and chose the three he assumed would make the most logical decisions.
The first suggester stood with a slight bow, "I would like to propose death by insanity to the table."
"This is the 21st century, not a horror film. Sit."
"I propose death by natives, sir," the second volunteer said timidly.
"Eh, too stereotypical. Next!"
"Um...sir...I would like to...uh...propose death in the fashion of Romeo and Juliet," the final speaker proposed with little confidence in his suggestion.
"Perfect! What a fresh, new idea! I don't know how we'll do it, but I don't care. I want it done! John, James, go prepare," he looked up at the clock, "I want them to die at exactly 1pm people, chop chop! This is a council room not a creative writing classroom! Go, go!"
Papers fluttered all over the place as dozens of men ran around to their stations. The clock ticked down rather loudly over their heads. The Council eagerly watched the pair of Grant and Adrianna search for their already dead friend, Jacquelyn. Almost like the countdown on New Year's, everyone anticipated for the timer to reach zero. Five, four three, two, one...
"Happy Death Day!" The room full of men shouted energetically.
All of the council members may have been happy, but Grant and Adrianna might send a complaint to HR for their treatment.
STRONGEST CHARACTER: BROOKLYN WHITE
ELIMINATED: GRANT SMITH AND ADRIANNA SANDERS
Third Person POV:
(I wrote this in a different way than I previously wrote wrap ups. Hopefully it turned out okay.)
The ghostly projection of Natalia Osipova left the human world under orders to go find a pregnancy test. It's not like she had much choice over the matter; Brooklyn was one stubborn bi--eautiful young lady.
"Oh joy," she sarcastically cheered as the large gates of the afterlife opened in front of her.
Now where can I find a goddamn pregnancy test here?
Natalia wandered the glowing space that vaguely resembled a city block. She passed by countless family owned businesses also known as other souls that just wouldn't let go of the fact that they weren't alive anymore. Even then there was no sign of a heavenly version of a Rite Aid.
Natalia walked by a club with a neon flashing sign saying Little Angels scoffing, "Whoever's in there isn't an angel despite the 'heavenly good time' they promise you, I'll tell you that."
This was a waste of time. I'm going back.
A faint voice rang in the distance, intriguing her, "You gonna see the Council decide who's being x-ed today at noon?"
Natalia hid behind a corner and spied on two angels casually conversing. By the way they dressed, they looked as if they were high up in status.
"The Council? Killing?" Natalia asked herself.
"Nah, I don't have time to head down to the Capital building before my guard shift, but I heard it's a special one today. Two humans are being chosen," the other angel spoke to his friend.
"Ah, maybe next time then. See you around," the first angel replied before walking away.
"They're killing people? I have to check this out. Sorry Brooklyn, my imaginary pregnancy has to wait," Natalia muttered to herself before sprinting off in the direction of the epicenter of the town.
Two minutes until noon. I'll make it.
"Quiet,quiet! Settle down. Esteemed members of the Council please take your seats. We have much to do today," the Council president yelled as he banged his gavel on a podium, "Okay first up on the agenda: it's Bill's 3000th birthday today."
Cheers erupted throughout the meeting hall. The small figure of Council member Bill stood up with a quick wave.
"Congratulations, you don't look a day over 500. Now, second on the agenda, the island decision. Human Representatives, please state your observations."
"Thank you. As representative of Miss Ember Simmons, I have concluded that she is weakening in character strength, but she still remains strong enough to last one more day," the first speaker announced.
"Representative B?"
"After observing Mister Ryan Hounsome, I decided that he is still a strong contender, although his daily life is becoming boring in my book."
"Thank you. Representative C?"
"Miss Adrianna Sanders has not been up to our standards and has done nothing interesting nor worthy enough to be deemed a strong participant. I believe she should be eliminated."
"Duly noted. All in favor of removing Miss Sanders?"
The majority of the council immediately raised their hands in agreement. The Council President nodded and circled her name in red ink, "Let's continue. Representative D, your thoughts?"
"My observations of Mister Wrennyn Foster led me to conclude that he remains worthy of survival for the time being. I agree with Representative B; however, he is losing momentum."
"Representative E?"
"Miss Brooklyn White has turned around quite surprisingly. It is in my knowledge that we would've eliminated her fairly early in the game if she did not improve her lifestyle," a chorus of nods appeared behind the podium, "I believe she is among the ranks of Misters Hounsome and Foster."
"Finally, Representative F?"
"It is with great disappointment that I tell you about the degeneration of Mister Grant Smith's survival. Over the past few days, I have noticed his lack of active participation on the island. I believe it would be best for him to perish along with Miss Sanders."
"Any objections? No? Alright. The pair of Sanders and Smith shall be eliminated today. Ideas on the matter of their deaths?"
A few hands raised from various parts of the room. The president eyed each volunteer and chose the three he assumed would make the most logical decisions.
The first suggester stood with a slight bow, "I would like to propose death by insanity to the table."
"This is the 21st century, not a horror film. Sit."
"I propose death by natives, sir," the second volunteer said timidly.
"Eh, too stereotypical. Next!"
"Um...sir...I would like to...uh...propose death in the fashion of Romeo and Juliet," the final speaker proposed with little confidence in his suggestion.
"Perfect! What a fresh, new idea! I don't know how we'll do it, but I don't care. I want it done! John, James, go prepare," he looked up at the clock, "I want them to die at exactly 1pm people, chop chop! This is a council room not a creative writing classroom! Go, go!"
Papers fluttered all over the place as dozens of men ran around to their stations. The clock ticked down rather loudly over their heads. The Council eagerly watched the pair of Grant and Adrianna search for their already dead friend, Jacquelyn. Almost like the countdown on New Year's, everyone anticipated for the timer to reach zero.
Five, four three, two, one...
"Happy Death Day!" The room full of men shouted energetically.
All of the council members may have been happy, but Grant and Adrianna might send a complaint to HR for their treatment.